I'm on a flight. I'm watching outside the window. I can't see anything. My mom's with me; I'm on her lap. She seems annoyed and excited. Annoyed probably because I'm not staying in one place. This seems nice. A nice memory.
I saw one more dream- or another memory perhaps- something I'd loved to remember. It's my birthday. My dad, my Uncle and his family, my grandparents, they're all here. But, this is not the usual place I always saw. Here is more like the place that I saw before my-- my parents disappeared. It seems that they didn't get killed yet: that is what I'm interpreting right now after seeing myself fall with blood.
I need to go and see that woman as soon as possible. She knows more than she looks. Like her vintage shop. I don't know her catch, but surely she will help me. I know it. Maybe there's hope. An answer to all this. At least a hint.